Thursday, August 16, 2007

Heads in the Women's Ward

On pillow after pillow lies
The wild white hair and staring eyes;
Jaws stand open; necks are stretched
With every tendon sharply sketched;
A bearded mouth talks silently
To someone no one else can see.

Sixty years ago they smiled
At lover, husband, first-born child.

Smiles are for youth. For old age come
Death's terror and delirium.


—Philip Larkin

1 Comments:

Blogger NJH said...

This is a superb piece - and yet perhaps not one of his more widely known ones.

I am rather macabre though in my poetic tastes perhaps.

N

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